Today is the day. I did not plan any of this – it just happened. Last night, my personal trainer friend, Shauna, was telling me all about this challenge she was doing with her clients. I must have looked half-interested, as she offered to take me through it this morning. In bed last night I came up with the bright idea of creating this blog (see About Me).
So what happened?
My alarm rang at 6.55am. I had gone to bed in my sports bra and work out top so all I had to do was pull on my tracksuit bottoms and trainers. Shauna appeared at my door and I very graciously showed her my two fingers. But off I toddled down the stairs in her wake.
Before we started, she said ‘are you sure you are ready for this?’, and accompanied this ridiculous statement with a questioning look which shouted ‘YOU’RE GONNA DIE!’ ‘HELL YA…give it to me biatch!’, I replied.
Deep down I was excited. I had a personal trainer in Australia a couple of years ago, and she instilled a love of exercise within me. I love being pushed and the feeling of accomplishment you get after it. My only problem is, I hate exercising on my own. I need someone to train with, someone to compete with and compare myself to. It is quite sad!
‘We’ll see if you are half as enthusiastic afterwards!,’ Shauna said. ‘I’ll show her!’ I thought, and shrugged my shoulders. I was going to blow this out of the water and show her what I was made of. As bright as an annoying button, Shauna switched on the music and cranked up some Black Eyed Peas. We did a warm-up using an exercise step before starting into this eleven week challenge she was telling me about the night previously.
The idea is that you have a fixed number of exercises and over the eleven weeks you compete against yourself to better your time. The client who has improved the most wins.
I went hell for leather: 50 squats, dips, get ups, crunches, mountain climbers, back lunges, and a bit of TRX chest presses thrown in for good measure.
I moved swiftly through the first couple of exercises, and tried to remain composed in doing so. By the time I got to 25 of the back lunges my legs were burning. I decided to do 25 chest presses, 25 back lunges, and a final 25 chest presses to finish off.
I felt like puking. My whole body was confused with a mixture of trembling, burning and general aching – as well as the shock of being pushed to its limits at crazy o’clock. My face was puce and beads of sweat were appearing from all over my body.
Then Shauna looked at me and said ’15 minutes, 37 seconds, wow you crazy bitch. You’re not half competitive, are you?’ She informed me I had the best time of her clients so far. I got such a buzz from hearing that. I’m good, but I know I can be exceptional. Shauna is going to do that challenge herself and I am going to better her time before the 11 weeks is out.
I am going to report back to her each week on my time. Coupled with this, I am going to continue with my normal fitness regime of dancing and jogging. My biggest problem at the moment is my eating. I am living at home and the availability of food is just dericulous. I eat and I don’t even realise I am doing it. I love food. I am very aware about what foods are good, and which ones should be avoided (thanks to WeightWatchers and TonyFerguson). But following these guidelines is another ball game.
I have a feeling this is going to be a great journey….and MAN am I going to have a smokin’ body by Christmas – and I don’t mean the tobacco kind!
So to summarise my goal(s)....yes, plural:
- Beat Shauna’s time (me? Competitive? Never!)
- Get my BMI into a healthy range (I need to lose just under one stone – very achievable in 11 weeks (FYI here is a really handy BMI calculator if you lovely readers want to calculate your own BMI)
- Motivate as many people as possible to do something similar
As well as everything else, I am going to post a food diary at the end of each week. This means I have to think about everything that goes into my mouth.
Phew, wish me luck!
A very achey but extremely satisfied…